A Prisoner Poem by Moez Ben Meftah

A prisoner

Clouds are in the sky
Where the rifted whiteness
Where birds always fly
And ships in the swelling sea
Listening to the warbling tide
Where I can never be
Over there there is a bee
Kissing the roses of my garden
Making honey for me and thee
Oh manacled sad fellow
Where might you be in a prison void of key
Moez Ben Meftah
Raggada - Kairouan
7-11-91